DARK NIGHTS
I actually love the dark nights
Love the way my body clock snuggles down to cosy comfort
I love the sensory sensation of a damp autumn garden
And the promise of a warm flaming fire pit
I love the gold hued leaves that cling to branches longing to give them up
I love the Autumn sunlight that dapples through the trees
A rainbow coloured sparkling light
I love watching mad spooked cats chasing falling autumn leaves in the wind
Bounding over and under, often nothing more than their imaginations
I love candles strewn around the house creating the shadow times
When anything can happen – and often does
I love the shift in energies when the world sighs in acknowledgement
I love the pull of the earth when the nights darken
For within darkness i awake
And see so clearly the bright shiny diamonds of life
The specks of life and energy that seem to be of this time of year
Those vibrations of creation that i am hard-wired to
It is not magic to see in the night; to see the night creatures
It is of nature, of the world to feel and see the energies
For in darkness we are light
And within the darkness we see all for what it is
I love the dark nights
The coolness
The dampness
The mystery of all
For the mystery is no mystery
When one truly sees in the dark
2016
WINTER’S MEMORY
Dressed in winters memory
And crisply frozen words
That defy the ragged edges of time
The Lady watches silently
Her icy talons poised
For all the world to see
Hidden in her crystal cave
She does not slumber
Yet scrawls our fate
Upon the frozen land
In intricate patterns
Of lacy frost
She will allow us for one fleeting second
The illusion of the sun
And the cold secret of the moon
As she binds the silvery stars
To midnight’s eternal shroud
2017
THE WINTERING
The sun’s heat fades
A coolness blooms
Memories of kin refresh
Night-time realms creep silently close
Midnight shadows whisper
Unheard by the living
Face your fears
Embrace the night
Or linger in eternity
Upon the threshold
Midnight casts its spell
Souls return; hungry and lost
Stay home; lock all doors
As I fade into night
To dream of winter’s graveyard
2019
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